BrokenFoot

Monday night, Mason decided to throw himself into my lap, or more accurately, into the bowl of food on my lap like he always does. The attempted jump was halfhearted, I blocked to protect my dinner, he fell backwards.

And he spent the rest of the week limping. 

We had dog painkillers (from JB), but by Friday he was still limping badly so time for the vets it was. $400 later and he's xrayed, broken metatarsal by the knuckle, and a recovery of 4-12 weeks. We figure the longer end of that as he's an older fella.

He still glares at me. So I dope him up on more painkillers in an attempt to make ammends.